Malcolm X (El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz)
He was a holy black climb
His every stride
was a fierce
Each step
pounding a fiery claim
burning into the path
& lighting the way
to our own individual
He was always
aware of the cold
coiled meat
in the footprints
that he hadn't even
made yet
But see
he had a heart
too blessed
& too golden
So you gotta walk on
The love of Allah/God
calls you to be
some temple
some human edifice
& Lord knows you just gotta walk on

© 1995 Melvin E. Brown

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